Chapter 3159 Michelle

The Blue Witch's words made me think for a while.

Don't tell me, this is really possible.

However, even if the Eleventh Apostle, Saint Michael, is really from the same planet as me, what good will it do to me?

This is something that concerns me a lot.

The Infernal One Ichi is able to get close to me because we are of the same race. Although she is just a forest elf, the blood of the ancient elf clan is more or less flowing in her body.

The meeting under this premise was quite like a fellow villager meeting a fellow villager, making both of us burst into tears.

But Saint Michael is different. According to the hotel owner's family secrets, Michelle is most likely of human origin and has nothing to do with goblins or elves.

Since we are not related by blood, it is naturally impossible for us to be as close as Ichi, the Infernal One.

If that were the case, I would not be interested in whether Saint Michael comes from the Zephyr Continent.

So he shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Why didn't you ask?" the blue witch said with complaint in her tone.

"I'm not interested." I spread my hands and said, "They are apostles and I'm just an ordinary person. There's no way we can be related to each other. And even if we can be related, I don't want to be involved."

"Why is this?"

"It's very simple. Since he has been able to live stably in the demon world for at least tens of millions of years, he must have been accustomed to the life here, and his relationship with other apostles is at least harmonious. The purpose of my action is to take him away For the person imprisoned by the apostle, do you think he can help even if he has something to do with him?"

The Blue Witch thought about it and felt that what I said made sense.

"Since I can't even help, does it make sense for me to care who he is?" I sighed softly and said, "Instead of wasting time, why don't I just stay in the hotel, chat with you, and tease you? Tuo, it’s interesting.”

As soon as she said this, the blue witch's cheeks turned slightly red.

Therefore, it is not difficult at all to make a girl happy. As long as you seize the right opportunity and focus on punching, the other party will be hit.

Just like the blue witch at this moment, she is as good as a lamb.

Although I don't have much favorable impressions of the apostles who rule the world as kings, I do have a lot of favorable impressions of the apostles who advocate martial arts and pursue excellence.

Not long after this, I met the fourth apostle, Conqueror Casillas again.

This encounter was purely accidental, and there was no intention of any conflict.

I am like this and so is he.

Less than two hundred meters away from where I met Casillas, there was a strong man lying. Next to the man, there was a war hammer with a huge head, more than one meter long and half a meter long. Width.

"Is this your new opponent?" I looked at Casillas and asked, pointing to the strong man who had died for a long time.

"Well," Casillas wrote lightly, "I gave him a chance to become stronger."

"Did it turn out he didn't meet the standards you wanted?"

"He wasted this opportunity," Casillas said coldly.

He squatted down, glanced at the war hammer, and turned over the strong man's body. A faint fragrance floated into his nose.

"Is this the smell of perfume? And it's quite expensive, right?"

Casillas did not answer my question, but said coldly: "He spent his training time to please the ladies of the upper class. Such a person is not worthy of being called an adventurer."

"This really shouldn't be the case." I nodded in agreement, "If it were my wife, it would make sense."

Casillas didn't look at me, but turned to my left.

There, a dazzling white light with gold suddenly rose up.

The light was extremely dazzling and sacred. The moment I came into contact with it, a picture suddenly appeared in my mind: above a towering building with exquisite reliefs, a ray of holy light fell from the sky. At the same time, a figure like a god, Slowly descending into the world.

At first, the figure bathed in the holy light was blurry. As the holy light gradually faded, the figure gradually became clear. A man with wings, a book in his left hand, and a weapon in his right hand, with a solemn face, stood in front of him.

Its appearance is soft and beautiful, its appearance is as gentle as jade, and its temperament is divine and righteous.

At this moment, the short man standing in front of me gave me this feeling, but it was only a momentary feeling. The next second, I woke up and reached out to cover the blue witch's eyes. live.

However, I forgot Tuotuo

It wasn't until the light dissipated that Tuotuo shook as if waking up from a dream, and then peed.

"You are not afraid of the Holy Light, and you are not one of the pretenders." The visitor stared at me with his golden eyes, his noble temperament naturally revealed, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

I frowned, pulled the blue witch behind me, and said rudely: "Who are you, and why did you attack me?"

"The Twelfth Apostle, Saint Michael."

Casillas's voice rang in my ears: "Michelle, are you here to find me? Are you planning to duel with me?"

"I have no intention of fighting you." Michelle's eyes were still staring at me and she said slowly, "I'm here because of him."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at me. At the same time, a golden light shot out and headed straight for my forehead.

When he first appeared on the stage, he started fighting after a disagreement. This guy is even more unreasonable than Casillas!

In anger, I waved my sword and slashed straight towards the golden light.

However, what surprised and surprised me was that my knife had no effect on the golden light, and this golden light seemed to be just an ordinary light. It swept across my forehead and eyes in an instant, making it difficult for me to open my eyes. .

Subconsciously, I raised my hand to block the golden light.

As soon as I raised my hand, the golden light dissipated instantly. At the same time, Michelle's voice sounded again: "There is nothing unusual. I am sure it is not a pretender."

When things got to this point, I was a little anxious: "What are you talking about? What kind of pretender are you? Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Speaking of which, the clay figurine is still very angry, not to mention me, who has been teased over and over again.

Of course, the reason why I was anxious was not only because I was angry, but also because there was another reason, that is, even if Michelle attacked me, I was sure to escape from his hands alive.

This is not because I have a little bit of fairy power and I am inflated, but while possessing fairy power, my understanding of the world has also been further improved.

Although Michel is powerful, in my perception, his power is not completely invincible. At the same time, I have a feeling that as a saint, Michel's attack power is far less than Casillas.